It's quite strange how, at some point in one's life we yearn for a time past or some element of ourselves that we think we have lost, compromised or forgotten. I used to write, but it was an innate desire, as natural as breathing, and I want it back, I know it's there and I will find it, the journey starts now. I think it slowly got tainted by the superficial lives we lead once we start work (routine, bills, money etc) until, to save itself it closes itself behind a door of sorts deep in my soul. You see the truck is though that I can't open the door, it has to open the door itself, allow me back in and the only way for that to occur is if it feels that I'm on the 'path' again that allows for true self expression through writing. And there is no conning it... One cannot beguile one's self to one's own gain and think the trasition will be graceful!
When I see photos like this I wonder why it is that we crave so diligently things that contradict the beauty so evident! Is it only the lucky few who seek out and live this life where beauty is so innate to one's living who appreciate the levity of their life? We others desire so much 'stuff' that all else is compromised most notably our state of senses, our sense of being, our world so one dimensional that we lose our souls to it's linearity... And in doing so we lose ourselves and the opportunity to appreciate and experience true beauty in the world!
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